Soul Eaters.
-dew
I do not own Sailor Moon, nor do I pretend to.
**Prologue.
"I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! And in the name of the moon, I will terrorize you!"
"Don't you know anything? Its not 'terrorize you'!"
A young girl in her school uniform paused in her famous pose on top of a platform of steps,
leading up to a now closed business, to glare down at her friend on the sidewalk below.
"How would *you* know, Aiko? Do you know Sailor Moon personally?"
"Of course not, Stupid. But everyone knows what Sailor Moon says!"
"Whatever, Aiko," began Saeka, as she picked up the school bag she dropped and began down
the steps of the business to join her friend that was waiting for her. "Sailor Moon isn't all that cool
anyway."
Aiko whirled around to face her friend with her mouth open in disbelief.
"Sailor Moon not cool?? What's wrong with you Saeka? She's the best!"
Saeka swung her school bag as she began walking, Aiko close beside her.
"She's alright I guess," said Saeka. "But she's no Devil Hunter, Yohko Mano. Now THAT'S a
superhero. "
The two girls walked leisurely down the empty sidewalk on a small street. The setting sun cast
an orange glow to everything so that the trees and the buildings seemed to be framed in hammered gold.
"Saeka," began Aiko, holding up a small, pink plastic bag, "don't pretend you didn't drag me out
to nowhere land to buy a Sailor Moon manga just because you don't like her!"
"They were sold out every else! This is the only place in town that still have some available."
"And no wonder, Saeka! We are at least twenty five minutes from home. Saeka? Saeka, what's
wrong?" Aiko had realized her friend wasn't walking beside her anymore and turned around to see her
frozen with her head cocked to one side, listening intently.
"Saeka?"
"Shh! Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Saeka, this is no time for games. It's going to get dark soon and we have to get
home!"
Saeka ignored her best friend as she turned to her left to peer into a darkened alley. She could
have sworn she heard a sound, like someone calling for help.
As she started towards the darker part of the alley, she called back, "Don't worry Aiko! You're
such a scaredy cat! Just wait there!"
Aiko watched as the short, dark haired girl disappeared into the shadows and waited nervously,
shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Saeka? Saeka! Saeka this isn't funny! Saeka?!"
Aiko began walking slowly into the alley, her voice becoming more and more hysterical as she
called her friend's name over and over with no response. Soon,with the setting sun and the tall buildings
looming on either side of the alley, Aiko found herself walking in almost total darkness. She stumbled
over something soft and let out a soft cry as she fell forward, holding her hands out to brace herself.
"Saeka?" Aiko's voice sounded small and terrified to her own ears as she turned and blindly
groped for the soft thing she tripped over. She ran her hands over the form until her hands reached
a soft head of hair.
"Saeka? Is that you? . Are you ok?" Something was off. Why did her hand feel wet? Squinting
in the darkness, Aiko held her hand close to her face and rubbed her fingers together. Though she
couldn't see what the substance was, the smell of blood was unmistakable.
"Saeka! SAEKA?!"
Aiko opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, the world was black and no more.
-Constructive criticisms welcomed, flames are not. Dew_drop@myself.com
I do not own Sailor Moon, nor do I pretend to.
**Prologue.
"I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! And in the name of the moon, I will terrorize you!"
"Don't you know anything? Its not 'terrorize you'!"
A young girl in her school uniform paused in her famous pose on top of a platform of steps,
leading up to a now closed business, to glare down at her friend on the sidewalk below.
"How would *you* know, Aiko? Do you know Sailor Moon personally?"
"Of course not, Stupid. But everyone knows what Sailor Moon says!"
"Whatever, Aiko," began Saeka, as she picked up the school bag she dropped and began down
the steps of the business to join her friend that was waiting for her. "Sailor Moon isn't all that cool
anyway."
Aiko whirled around to face her friend with her mouth open in disbelief.
"Sailor Moon not cool?? What's wrong with you Saeka? She's the best!"
Saeka swung her school bag as she began walking, Aiko close beside her.
"She's alright I guess," said Saeka. "But she's no Devil Hunter, Yohko Mano. Now THAT'S a
superhero. "
The two girls walked leisurely down the empty sidewalk on a small street. The setting sun cast
an orange glow to everything so that the trees and the buildings seemed to be framed in hammered gold.
"Saeka," began Aiko, holding up a small, pink plastic bag, "don't pretend you didn't drag me out
to nowhere land to buy a Sailor Moon manga just because you don't like her!"
"They were sold out every else! This is the only place in town that still have some available."
"And no wonder, Saeka! We are at least twenty five minutes from home. Saeka? Saeka, what's
wrong?" Aiko had realized her friend wasn't walking beside her anymore and turned around to see her
frozen with her head cocked to one side, listening intently.
"Saeka?"
"Shh! Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Saeka, this is no time for games. It's going to get dark soon and we have to get
home!"
Saeka ignored her best friend as she turned to her left to peer into a darkened alley. She could
have sworn she heard a sound, like someone calling for help.
As she started towards the darker part of the alley, she called back, "Don't worry Aiko! You're
such a scaredy cat! Just wait there!"
Aiko watched as the short, dark haired girl disappeared into the shadows and waited nervously,
shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Saeka? Saeka! Saeka this isn't funny! Saeka?!"
Aiko began walking slowly into the alley, her voice becoming more and more hysterical as she
called her friend's name over and over with no response. Soon,with the setting sun and the tall buildings
looming on either side of the alley, Aiko found herself walking in almost total darkness. She stumbled
over something soft and let out a soft cry as she fell forward, holding her hands out to brace herself.
"Saeka?" Aiko's voice sounded small and terrified to her own ears as she turned and blindly
groped for the soft thing she tripped over. She ran her hands over the form until her hands reached
a soft head of hair.
"Saeka? Is that you? . Are you ok?" Something was off. Why did her hand feel wet? Squinting
in the darkness, Aiko held her hand close to her face and rubbed her fingers together. Though she
couldn't see what the substance was, the smell of blood was unmistakable.
"Saeka! SAEKA?!"
Aiko opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, the world was black and no more.
-Constructive criticisms welcomed, flames are not. Dew_drop@myself.com